One of the hardest things you can do. My Aunt spent 6 months with us, until I couldn't stand the stress any more. Then we moved to FL and lived with Mom for a year after Dad died. We had to get rid of all of my Aunt's stuff, Dad's stuff, then finally Mom's stuff. Now they are all gone and I miss them. Actually, the worst part was seeing the dementia getting worse. And dreading the condition happening with me. And now it is.Hi guys.
@Granny Hatchet, so sorry to hear about Tom. Girl. NO GUILT. You have gone above and beyond. I had to make the decision to put my dad in the nursing home where I was working. It was hard but it was best for both of us. I loved (and always will) him dearly. He was my daddy. But he wasn't safe at home alone anymore while I worked and the stress was eating away at me between work and worrying about him setting the house on fire.
I felt guilty till one of the aides who was taking care of him asked his nurse...how did Becky take care of him for three years and work here too? She told him, because she didn't have a choice and had to. Looking back now I can see that it was slowly killing me. Not physically, but emotionally and mentally. You did what was best for him first and for you and your son second so please don't beat yourself up. God bless you.